the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
“I had a love affair with books, with characters and their words.
Books kept me company.
When the voices of the book faded, as with the last long chord of a record, the back cover crinkling closed,
I could swear I heard a door click shut.”
— Marya Hornbacher, Wasted
Books kept me company.
When the voices of the book faded, as with the last long chord of a record, the back cover crinkling closed,
I could swear I heard a door click shut.”
— Marya Hornbacher, Wasted